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lirik lagu willi carlisle – vanlife

well i quit my job making minimum wage
i look fairly well twice and act half my age
looking somewhere that can handle the rage
of a young man on the run

with rarely paid taxes and sh~tty insurance
a glovebox full of summons and warrants
and a finely tuned wish that things were that weren’t
i guess i was lookin’ for fun

so i bought an ’01 red dodge ram
bought two pints of whiskey and a 30 of hams
now i’m pee’in in bottles and eatin’ from cans
but don’t call me homeless, i live in a van

it’s the vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it
let’s roll up, lеt’s blow this

well, the 7~11’s a sure bеllyache
i subsist upon a mere wake~and~bake
from talladega to chicago’s lake
sir i will take your largest queso
and all the girls from chickamauga to passamaquoddy
speak enviously of my big, rusty body
and this old van might just be a bugatti
when i get it to sixty from zero

now i’m sixty miles of fargo on a northern track
i’m burnin’ rubber no lookin’ back
pushin’ that thang like a maniac
gettin’ tipped out like a stripper, in singles, and crack
man i wish someone would fund amtrak

it’s the vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it
let’s roll up, let’s blow this

well the south of san louie can be a lil gritty
but it’s a far cry from seattle’s tent cities
and all in all this life’s pretty pretty
from the starship enterprise

still this guy with a big house and a big old lawn
thinks his block’s too good for me to park on
bangs on the door with an letter that tells
about a thousand ways he can make my life h~ll
and he’s worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass
robbed me blind and siphoned the gas
‘cause at least i know that guy needed it bad
and i wish that old boy well

in the meantime a cop is bangin’ on my door
tellin’ me i can’t park here no more
and what can you do, boy, whaddaya say?
you rev up the engine and drive away

chalk it up to the vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it
let’s roll up, let’s blow this

well i pull into charlotte to whet my whistle
and the gals see my duds and they give a whistle
i say sorry gals, you gotta pay for this gristle
you got money, i got time

the spot on your floor is a godd~mn palace
and this mug of budweiser is a godd~mn chalice
i say to you sir, without any malice
your politics are bad

and i figure this is as low as it gets
i’m blamin’ capitalists on the internet
and my sweet old folks can’t seem to forget
my roughly 60 grand in medical debt
but while i’m out here tryna to dumpster dive
and a bunch of rich folks are eatin’ apple pie
i think i’d rather just die on a decent ride
friends, pickle my bones in a box of red wine

pour it out on the ground, and just say i was a good time, probably on accounta the…
vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it
let’s roll up, let’s blow this
double time now, y’all:

we crashed all the parties, drank their kegs to the foam
nickybob’s, the best yodeller i’ve ever known
all so lonely and never alone, kissed a thousand times
saw the bombed out buildings of the lower 9th
and the streetwalkers livin’ on the edge of a knife
oh trap, brass music, man it’s the life
if you never felt half alive
with colorado behind me and the blue sky above me
the new mexico mountains are so d~mn lovely
and i tried not to love him but just couldn’t fight it
new york is great i just don’t like it
san antonio on up to maine
cheap motel rooms with awful cocaine
not crusade, not even a war
just a eerie feeling you been in this waffle house before
and got offered $50 bucks to do somethin’ quick
and i’da done it for free but i don’t turn tricks
somebody i asked if i’d dance with their daughter
i said that i would even though she was awkward
friend i showed you my billfold you’d just laugh at me
but friends i drank half the craft beers in cincinnati
girl i say d~mn i been tryin to reach ya
for the cut of your jib and your talk about nietzsche
and there’s no one like you in all fifty states
except for arkansas, alaska, texas, oklahoma, possibly california~ooooo
but i just chalk that up to the many years of…

the vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it
let’s roll up, let’s blow this

it’s a s~xy lifestyle for certain folks
fractal highways and friends like smoke
it all breaks down and you end up alone
and the internet is your real home

call it the call of the wild the call of the road
the endless search for a clean commode
i’m a truck driver of emotional payloads
backed up by guitar

i’m a public park patron and library sleuth
thrift stores grifter of western suits
wringin’ out three chords and the truth
like a washrag on the bar

‘cause i been livin’ day to day for so d~mn long
i’m the kinda no account you an count on
i’m drunk in a millionaire’s seaside cabana
i’m p~ssed so few gas stations have bananas

well, every time i’m down on my luck
i think i might trade her in for a coupla bucks
i hear some rich guy like elon musk talkin cyber trucks
and i think, man, life must be easy when your one of these d~mn rich…gentleman

i’m i’m pretty sure, that i prefer…the
vanlife~~ i’ve been told this
it’s a fine life, i’ve been sold this
but it’s a fine line between havin’ to and choosin’ it

let’s roll up
let’s smoke er down
let’s get lit
let’s pass it round
let’s get up
let’s get down
let’s gussy up
let’s gear down
it’s a big rig
new town
same old night
the whole world over

it’s a fine line. up on time
yer behind. get along fine
chug~a~lug, hidey ho…
all my friends are not anachronisms and not compromised by alternative lifestyles
meritocracy is a lie. let’s blow this

- lirik lagu willi carlisle

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